Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.